Watching the Change!

Lying on my back, watching the leaves fall,
The waning days of summer, the early autumn,
The air is still, not a breeze is there,
The white images against the blue, are motionless.

My eye is drawn to an image of old,
One that has not crossed the eye for time.
A smile is brought upon my face,
As the image becomes more visible.

Suddenly, the image shifts, and forms anew,
And the smile turns to darkness,
As the white image becomes – blue!

**NH**